cw: hair pulling, fingering, degredation, fingering, monster fucking (duh), zayne is in heat, lowkey mean zayne, ~1k words
mdni below the cut
ty @violasepals for beta reading/listening to my insane ramblings about this for me!!
He's been watching you for days now. Everytime you step out to tend to your farm, you notice him. The tall enderman thats been lingering around your home for the past few days. At first you were scared, his massive stature intimidating you, but after noticing the small gifts he would drop off at your door, he started growing on you.
After a few days of it, you decide to approach the creature. When you came up to him, you were surprised to learn the enderman, Zayne was his name, could talk. And he was actually kinda, nice? As you continue to talk with him, you raise your head to try looking at his face, he quickly whips his head away from your field of vision. Weird you thought, maybe he’s shy?
Noticing your confusion, he clears his throat, "My apologies, I don't really like people looking at my eyes." The way he said it sounded like he was hiding something, but you decided to ignore it.
The somewhat awkward friendship grew between you two as the days went by, him continuing to leave random presents for you outside your door, and you staring down at the ground when talking to him. It was a weird arrangement, but it worked for the two of you.
Until now. You got caught up in a surprise raid happening in a neighboring village, striking down each pillager with your sword. While you did manage to slay the pillagers who came to attack you, you didn't escape unscathed. Slight cuts and scrape adorn your body, and exhaustion envelopes you. Sucking it in, you start the trek back to your home, only to crash into a tall figure. Before you can look up, you hear Zayne's panicked voice first. "What the fuck happened to you?"
"I'm alright, don't worry" you sigh, the energy to explain your situation lost. But he wouldn't take indifference for an answer. "You're not alright, you're bleeding! Why did you think it was a good idea to fight an entire raid?!" he near screams.
You glare up into his eyes, irritation evident, forgetting the promise you made with him. "I can take care of myself Zayne, stop worrying about me."
Zayne's eyes start to glow, as he growls at you. Alarm bells start to ring in your head as you turn to escape, only for him to pull you into his embrace. You struggle against it to no avail, his strength overpowering you.
Teleporting you both into your bedroom, he pushes you down onto the bed, cold blue eyes staring into the depths if your soul. His lips crash into yours, moving his hands frantically to rip off your clothes. "Zay- mmh-zayne, what's gotten -ahh- into you?" you ask between kisses.
Zayne's panting hard already, his green eyes glow frighteningly brighter after each passing second. Your head tilts away from the intensity of his gaze, but his hand grips your chin, tilting your head back towards him. Groaning, his hips start to jerkily rut into yours, akin to a dog in heat. He doesn't look like the sweet, slightly awkward enderman you knew before. No, this was a feral enderman who wanted to devour everything in sight. And it made your legs clench just a tad tighter.
Noticing the slight movement, his arms shoot out to loop around your legs, the lengthy muscles stretching them wide open. Zayne’s fingers move to collect the slick dribbling out of you. “Already so wet and I’ve only just started,” he observed as he plunges two of his fingers inside of you. A whine leaves your mouth as he curls them upwards.
Zayne's digits move inside you at a rapid pace, your arousal coating his fingers everytime he thrust back inside. His head moves to your neck, biting harshly at the skin as he makes his way lower, turning every blank expanse of your skin rosy red.
"You're such a brat, couldn't even listen to one simple rule could you?” Your moans reverbrate through the room, the enderman bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. But before you could reach your peak, his fingers slow to a halt.
You give him a bewildered look, to which he cruelly chuckles, "you disobeyed me, and you think I'll let you cum? Pathetic."
"I didn't know, I'm sorry" you sniffle, trying to garner some pity from him, but the enderman didn't care. He lines himself up at your entrance, giving you a clear look at his cock. It could only be described as inhuman, both the length and girth.
Zayne's hand reaches towards your hair, tugging at it to tilt your head towards him, as he stuffs your cunt with his cock. Forcing you to keep eye contact with him as he thrusts into you, his eyes glowing while glowing particles of light leave his body. He opens his mouth, miniature blue orbs escaping as he spits “you're the one who wanted to look at my eyes, so keep looking at me as I fuck this little pussy.”
You eyes start to roll back, struggling to focus on his face, the dual feeling of his inhuman length squeezing itself inside you paired the way his fingers toy with your clit. "Zay-neee, it's too m-hhmgh-much, I can't ta-aah-ke it." you gasp out. He lets out a cruel laugh, "yes you can slut."
His gaze darkens, noticing how you started unconsciously moving upward in a weak effort to escape his ministrations, the overstimulation of his measured thrusts bordering painful. One of his hands come to rest at your hips, dragging you downwards as Zayne hisses, "trying to run from me? you're not getting away from me until I'm done with you brat." Strings of apologies mix with your moans, begging him to let you finally cum so hard your brains turn to mush.
After what felt like hours, he gave in to your pleas. He rocks his hips deeper than before, causing your orgasm to flash through you. Your body spasms underneath Zayne as your walls squeeze around his length, desperately trying to milk him through your orgasm. His movements start to turn sloppy, struggling to keep his rhythm. The warmth of your fluttering pussy brings him over the edge, cumming deep inside you.
A guttural groan leaves him as rivulet after rivulet of his release coats your insides. Your legs shake around his body, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through your body. Zayne doesn't wait for you to recover, hoisting both of them up to wrap around his waist to your confusion. Zayne cruelly chuckles, smacking your butt hard as he says "You think I would be done with one round? We're going until I say stop," the gleam in his olive green eyes bright as when you started.
an: this is the first time i've written zayne, pls be nice T_T
Keeping up his facade as a frightening, vengeful lord, he prodded her to speak up...
Never in my life did I ever think I would get to see a scene from one of my fics storyboarded AND voiced, bUT HERE WE ARE!! 🥹💕Thank you so so so much to these SUPER TALENTED ARTISTS who made this all possible!!
@drdepper artist + storyboarding!
@cozymochi directing and music + sfx!
@celesomnis voice of Pip!
and a vengeful lord as the voice of 'the dragon prince'
Scene is taken from chapter 3 of Three Good Fairies on Tumblr and AO3
The Tehran Times dedicated today’s cover to the schoolgirls who were killed in the US-Israeli airstrike on Shajareh Tayyebeh Girls’ Elementary School in Minab (along with other Iranian children killed by aggressors).
Synopsis: one careless sentence during a fight is enough to make Sylus believe you regret choosing him. And he’s already preparing to let you go.
Characters: Sylus x Non-MC!reader (isekaied)
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort
A/N: this thing had haunted me the whole day, I typed on my phone in the morning when I should have been preparing for work, during my lunch break and whenever I had free time.
"I've sacrificed my whole life for you! A life that I have no way of returning to!"
The fight was a week ago, and Sylus honestly doesn't remember what it was about. Probably something extremely small and not worthy of attention. Some people might say that soulmates wouldn't fight over something stupid, but they would be so, so wrong.
Even soulmates can be unreasonable. Even they can hurt each other. And your words, thrown so carelessly at the end of the argument just before you stormed out, were still ringing in Sylus's ears.
You had both apologized and made up since then. But he couldn't get the words out of his head. He watched you a little too closely now, cataloguing even the slightest changes in your expression, in your laughter, the way you clung to him and refused to let go.
Was this all a lie? Did you regret crossing worlds just to be with him?
He couldn't stop thinking that maybe it wasn't an unfortunate accident or the fluctuations of a Deepspace Tunnel that had thrown your soul into a world so different from this one.
Maybe it was just not meant to be. You grew up in a different garden, were shaped by a different world that had no wanderers or Evols. And no him. Surely that had left a mark on your soul.
His heart had shattered twice. The first time was when he pursued MC, believing she was his Sorceress. And she looked exactly like her, behaved like her. Everything about her reminded him of his Sorceress. But his soul twisted and ached, sensing something amiss.
Realisation struck, when she began to remember fragments of her previous lives. He was desperately hoping for the linkage to appear, however fleeting. Just for a second, so he would know that his Sorceress is still there.
But the linkage never formed, MC quickly left N109 and never looked back.
The next few weeks was very hard for those who lived in N109. Sylus's enemies lived in terror, praying to any God that would listen, to shield them from him. A raging dragon laid waste to his enemies in a futile attempt to soothe the dull ache in his heart. He didn't even bother to hide his true form, because no witnesses were left behind to tell the tale.
Sometime later, fluctuations in the Deepspace Tunnel caused a spatial anomaly to appear. That damned church, always the same. As if it had been stalking him throughout his many lives.
He couldn't even tell, why he decided to enter. It was done on a whim, perhaps, to indulge in bittersweet memories.
But he found you. Terrified, curled in the corner like a wounded animal.
You looked nothing like his Sorceress, your mannerisms were different, even your speech patterns didn't match hers. You were not her.
But his soul stopped aching, as if it had finally found its other half.
With some effort he managed to convince you to step out of the anomaly and see his world. You had time for that. According to calculations, the anomaly would stay for at least a week.
And during that week he learned that you indeed carried the other half of his soul. He could only theorize how it happened. But his best guess was that the endless cycle of deaths and reincarnations had shattered MC's soul. And his half had carried a single fragment of hers. A tiny piece unable to hold on to memories. It had drifted through the Deepspace Tunnel and slipped into another world.
It should've just disappeared, lost in the vast void between worlds. But dragons are known to be the strongest of all beings, capable of surviving where others perished. His half of a soul had kept this piece safe, provided a perfect soil to grow and change. It grew into a different person, complete opposite of the Sorceress he once knew.
And Sylus found that he didn't mind at all.
By the end of the week he was too smitten with you to simply let you go back. He was not above even begging you to stay. Thankfully, he didn't have to. You shared that you always felt out of place. That world had failed to take a hold of you, to make you grow roots there. Nothing was holding you back and you agreed to stay.
Neither of you imagined that one day you might hold it against him.
Until that fight happened. And his heart shattered for a second time.
Maybe it would be better to let you go. He would find a way to send you back.
The door to his study opened, pulling him from his thoughts. You walked in with a clenched jaw and a determined look in your eyes. One he had never seen before. Did you come to say that you want to leave? He tried and failed to push this thought aside, it kept nagging him. Whispering that dragons taint everything they hold dear with their insatiable greed.
You stopped on the other side of his desk, your determination faltered. You tugged nervously at the hem of your shirt, shifting from one foot to the other. Your eyes darted around his study, avoiding his gaze.
Feeling a bit petty, too hurt by your cruel words, Sylus kept quiet, letting you speak first.
You fidgeted again, your eyes locked on a button on his shirt, too afraid to meet his gaze.
"Sylus..." You began quietly, your voice slightly trembling. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. I know, you are still hurt. I can see it. You are quieter now, you hesitate before touching me." You swallowed.
"I know our sleeping schedules don't match, but we used to spend at least a few nights together. Now I wake up and go to sleep alone." Your voice cracked and you had to pause for a moment to compose yourself.
Sylus used your silence to say the one thing that had been haunting him.
"Don't worry, I am trying to find a way to send you back. You will not suffer here much longer."
Your eyes widened, glossing over with unshed tears.
"Wh-what?.. Send me... back? Where?" You desperately hoped to find some other meaning in his words, not the one openly lying on the surface.
"To your world." He explained shortly, trying to ignore a dull pain in his chest. He had waited for you for so long. He could wait another lifetime. Maybe next one would be kinder, maybe then you could truly be together. Why not in this one?
His words seemed to give you courage or maybe that was his soul in you burning brightly, drying your tears and igniting something in you.
You strode around his desk and stood directly in front of him, your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping them and digging your nails in.
"Qin Che!"
Sylus flinched, not used to hearing his Chinese name from your lips, especially hissed with such fury.
You glared at him and he could swore he saw a flame in your eyes.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to say those words. I was angry and threw them at you. You didn't deserve that." Your voice was unusually sharp and carried unfamiliar metallic edge.
"I don't regret staying here. You must know it. I chose you, this world." You dug your nails deeper into his shoulders. "And I will not let you think otherwise." You leaned closer. "So drop this ridiculous idea about sending me back. I am not leaving..." Your hands moved to cup his face.
"Because I love you."
And that was everything he needed to hear. His shoulders sagged as if a massive weight had finally been lifted. He gripped your waist and pulled you closer, burying his face against your stomach, hiding away his tears.
You moved your hands to his hair, eagerly messing them up.
"Love you too, little dragon." He whispered.
You giggled, relieved.
"Am I a dragon now?"
He hummed, pressing closer.
"Well, you looked like one just now. My little dragon."
You laughed and just hugged him tightly, kissing the crown of his head.
starting to hear more and more people say they "wouldn't know what to do without chatgpt", and in my head I tell them without chatgpt, they would probably be using their own brains as god intended
fanfic isn't an act of activism by the way. it's a fun hobby. writers write whatever they want for themselves as their silly little getaway/self-care. if you want "more representation" of something in fanfics, then you write fanfics about that thing you want. nobody is stopping you. but saying other fanfic writers as a whole are "the problem" or are "to blame" for "not including xyz" or "not writing about xyz" just isn't how fanfics and hobbies work.
what ao3 would look like with ads. no, you do not want this. support ao3 because it’s one of the last few places on the internet that is not tainted by capitalism bullshit. support ao3 because it’s one of the last few places on the internet that is genuinely about the connection between audiences, artists, their works and the love/passion artists have for what they do
getting mad at ao3 for being against censorship and allowing all kinds of dark and fucked up fics to be on their platform is like getting mad at a library for not banning books
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